Misty Saturday, Walking through the fields.
I spied you in the golden dawn
Hanging clothes and singing songs
Oh, I am over here, by the wishing well
Captured by your innocence
I long to taste your hemlock kisses
I'll praise thy holy name in song
and they'll ascend up to the spires
To be sung by the 9 choirs
For I have surely cast my gaze
upon a beauty to be praised
for all the passing of the days
From my lonely tower, I am casting spells
With touch-me-nots & widow's dare
stolen locks of golden hair
The circle can't be broke, I drink the sacrament
I take your picture from the frame
and feed it to the candle flame
I will bewitch thee with my spells
I'll drop a lily in the well
Soaked with frankincense & gale
For I have surely cast my gaze
upon a beauty to be praised
for all the passing of the days
Will you wear the mask, of my lovers past
Hold me close in candle rooms
listen to my haunted tunes
Oh, I will worship you, like I used to do...
In this bed where once we loved
the sheets still smell of sandalwood
I will hold you like a child
& you can close your weary eyes
& I'll be there til morning skies.
For I have surely cast my gaze
upon a beauty to be praised
for all the passing of the days
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth